is a curse and a giftwith all the thoughts rushing through my mindideas sparkleimagination may bring-brightness or blinding darknesssitting alone inside my headimages flash and words flybut there are those timeswhen you just situnblinkingthinking not to thinkreaching the limit of the impossible possibilitiesjust don't forget to breathe.

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